It was late hour and the full moon lit upon my husband after the shine. They were out to kill Brian otherwise I wondered what would inspire them to leave him out in the cold and heat even until dusk.

He had been screaming at the tops of his voice. I believed he was speaking the language of the heart letting them know he never intended to murder an innocent maiden; and if only Fanny Luis would understand the secret plot against us at the villa.

Even in the custody of the police, right behind bars, I could smell hurts and pain. I could feel the itches of discomfort all...